At Langya Sacred Land, sunlight spilled over the high platform of the Sparring Arena like a thin veil, gently blanketing the ground and casting a sacred glow across the entire arena.
The bluestone bricks of the arena, illuminated by the dawn light, still bore the distinct traces and scars of past battles, as if whispering tales of bygone days.
A cacophony of noise surrounded the Sparring Arena. Figures sat row upon row on the undulating stone seats, shouting and cheering for the combatants in the ring.
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